Brian Hendrix

I'm near 40 years old and wrote songs when I was a kid up into my early 20s. Then I never again picked up a pen until my mid 30s. I went through some stuff that blocked my access to that big pencil in the sky. Listening to Townes Van Zandt woke my creativity back up and gave me a line to sky pencil. He's the best songwriter that ever walked this earth, in my opinion. This song is my tribute to him, though is much more a metaphor of an individual trying to find happiness in life, struggling through the storms and waves to reach a destination that ironically ends up being like everyone else's final destination: Death. This song is one of my babies. I cringe at the thought of it being anyone else's, but a writer needs to put their stuff out there, personal or not. Hope y'all enjoy. Think "Buckskin Stallion Blues" when reading these lyrics. Also: The "chorus" of this song is just after the second bar in each verse. The tempo's meant to pick up with an in-verse chorus. I think anyone who reads it will understand the gist. Thanks.

Musicians, songwriters especially, often struggle in relationships. We're generally very introverted and in our heads. We know what to say to our significant other though often cannot. We're often trapped in that zone with our art, and it drives a wedge in a relationship, especially with writers who drink in that time-honored tradition of Hemingway. Often what we find is that the whiskey loves us, for better or worse. That's where this came from. To the women who can't love us, the whiskey does.

About a woman in a failed relationship who's very cut off from her emotions and just wishes her significant other would break up with her and let her go. She feels trapped and hopefully yet wishes he would "hurt" her, in a sense, at least from his perspective, by just leaving her.

Politicians preach that taking our freedoms away as Americans is good for the entire world who get to live here, and so the path to equity for all humanity is for me and you not being allowed to speak, think or act how we choose. I don't agree. Big disagree.

My girlfriend won't let me post songs I've already written on this site. She doesn't like it. So I told her to give me any random title she could think of, and I'd write one on the spot in live-time just to post to see what happens. This is what's going to happen to her if she keeps trying to tell me what to do. I'll leave and she'll cry with those crimson eyes. Wrote this in about 3 minutes. Meh. It rhymes though.